Play Day

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Spoon me some soothing sounds.

Make me swoon though it’s not even June.

Croon beneath the moon

Amongst flowers in bloom.

For summer soon will loom.

Heat will hit us:

Boom!

No more gloom and doom.

See the Peacock’s plume.

Toast the bride and groom.

People passing from womb to tomb.

A Spring-cleaning broom

To clean the room.

What a boon.

A beach with many a dune,

Behind a cool lagoon.

Time to play another soothing tune.

Let dormant corms awaken

In the warm

Before the storm

While insects swarm.

Let babes be born

To fields of corn

In the early morn.

Blow your horn,

Your hair all shorn

Wearing nothing torn or worn.

Such fun to play with words like this.

For me it’s like a blissful kiss.

Not a thing to find remiss,

Or lightly dismiss,

Miss.

Well that’s the end of all my play.

So that will do,

At least for today.

Paul Butters

© PB 27\4\2018.